Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.